seeing only
the worst in myself
leaves me seeking
the best in others

i know
how much the
universe enjoys
reminding us
we are nothing
and i don’t
like the idea
of others
feeling the way
i usually do

when i cannot
find beauty
in my septic soul
i find it in the
smiles of those
i hold dearest

the sparrows
carry the words
of their mad king
as he sobs alone